For a moment, she thought it was a prank from her nephew.
But the hand on his shoulder was too firm.
The barrel of the gun at the back of his neck too cold to be a toy.
Edith (first name has been changed) had just walked through the door, it was evening.
A man in black pushed her towards the kitchen.
There she found her eldest daughter, 13, and the domestic worker tied up on two chairs.
The robbers, “very calm, professionals” had distributed the roles among themselves.
“The one who stayed with us gave us confidence so that we could say as many things as possible, while the other searched upstairs,” rewinds the retiree.
I told them right away to take whatever they wanted and leave.
Fortunately, they were kind, so to speak, with the children.
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